“We use up words as we use up images. We use up everything, and that’s good, because it makes us grow.”

Maybe that’s why I was left out of a lot of things, or why my work was not really understood, because there was no precedent for it.

I went through about six or seven painting methods just to see what I didn’t want to do. And then I got off the wall, and went into the environment.

What I did for my last act as a painter, if you call me a painter, was to photograph the weave of the canvas, and enlarge it and enlarge it until it became like a landscape.

And I even like my own company. But when I’m alone, it’s to read or write. I’m in my thoughts. Mostly I’m learning.

Most wonderful things are unconscious.

I studied how to mine a landfill and what to plant in it. It’s fascinating because you learn a new field each time.

I never considered myself a performance artist.

I hate to put tags on things, because tags change, and they change with the requirements made on them.

So the understructure should be underrated, but strong enough to hold the earth.

Words are changing. I find that old expressions are outdated, so when I write something, I try to find a new expression that hasn’t been born yet. It’s difficult.

Something to pay attention to and maybe change direction.

If I could relive my life, what I would do is work with scientists. But not one scientist, because they’re locked into their little specializations.

And combining the two is creating this beautiful alliance between humanity and nature. That’s why my forests are mathematical expansion systems, all of them.

The tree is made by nature, mathematics by people.

Society likes to file you away, put you in this or that category. And I never fit any category.

People have too many problems during the day; they don’t want to think.

Coffee is the highlight of my day. After coffee everything is downhill.

Jesus didn’t accomplish everything so that you could accomplish nothing.

Martina and I went through a very bad five years. Everything’s very good between us now, but it was a long haul.

Food made by hand is an act of defiance and runs contrary to everything in our modernity. Find it; eat it; it will go. It has been around for millennia. Now it is evanescent, like a season.

There was nobody else around, and I made my first frame, and I forgot to focus the camera. The second frame was a little more in focus… then just for a second, while everything was open, the busboy looked up, and he had this look in his eye.

I feel like I’m just a woman like every woman. We have our doubts, which is better, because I always prefer to stay humble about everything.

I would get very involved with political issues and stuff like that. And now, I still have an opinion on everything, but I try to balance staying informed and having a positive attitude.

Everything he asks gets me thinking. If I’m going to do this, sacrifice time with family and friends, sacrifice resources, I need to think carefully about what I going to say and how I’m going to say it.